Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Frankie Knuckles to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Quantec. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Names,
Scion,
ABBA,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harmonia,
cv313,
Minutemen,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.